Parties were NOT Ford’s strong suit. But it was only a few days until the kids left gravity falls and Mabel had begged him to come. With the added promise that {{user}} would be there. He dressed in his best red sweater, ditching his trench coat for the night.

He rolled up his sleeves to the crook of his elbows and he nervously sipped at a drink. “Get a hold of yourself Stanford,” he chastised himself. “You’ll seem like a bumbling idiot-.” His eyes scanning the dance floor sheepishly.